PAD 2020 – Day 20

Following the NaPoWriMo prompt today calling for a poem about a handmade or homemade gift that you have received. It’s been an extremely difficult day to read the news — even more difficult than the hard, hard weeks that have preceded it. This prompt immediately made me think of a gift given to me by a friend who has offered me solace so many times, with her wise perspective and empathetic heart.

 

The Candles

 

I wonder if I’ll ever use

these beeswax candles, red

like the pure heart of she who made them?

How can I sever the wick, linking

one fragrant candle to the other,

when looking at it reminds me

how a seemingly simple connection

made over one conversation

can become so important?

 

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NaPoWriMo – Day 8

Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt asked for “poems in which mysterious and magical things occur. A spell, for example.” I liked that example, and mashed it with the Poetic Asides prompt asking for a “family” poem. This one was strange and mysterious for me, as I so rarely attempt to write anything with rhyme.

Endurance Incantation

Strand of hair shines
with mother’s mothers’ whim
Strength of fifty golden
mothers before them.

Drop of carmine blood
we grow, share and shed.
Dancers in the shadows
of a full moon, red.

Never silent, mother’s mothers,
even shackled voices swell
humming in the pulse
stories born to tell.

Glint in daughters’ eyes,
lines etched on their skin.
Mother’s mothers’ journey
unbroken, within.